Chapter 1345: You Are Not My Match
Potato ran faster and faster, like a swift tornado, and the strong wind caused by his speed whistled and raged around him.
He suddenly opened his bloody mouth and let out a loud roar.
The roar was like rolling thunder exploding between heaven and earth, shaking the surrounding air violently, as if forming materialized ripples that spread wildly in all directions.
Even the ground beneath my feet seemed to be unable to bear the weight and began to shake slightly.
The sharp fangs in its mouth were like the scythe of the god of death, flashing with cold light. Every ray of cold light seemed to be telling the story of death, which was terrifying.
His big, copper-bell-like eyes flashed with an extremely fierce light and an unstoppable momentum, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.
And those mutant wild boars are definitely not ones to be trifled with.
Each of them looks like a war machine forged from the dark abyss, with tight muscles and full of explosive power.
Their fur is rough and hard, like tough armor, and is covered with mottled patterns.
Those are the traces left by countless battles.
Every pattern seems to tell of their past glory and blood.
Although each of these wild boars is smaller than a potato, when they gather together, their momentum is like a volcano about to erupt and should not be underestimated.
They panted heavily, and their heavy breathing sounds intertwined together like the horns of war.
A huge wild boar leader stood up, his small eyes flashing with cunning and ferocity.
It stared at the potato closely and hummed in a low and provocative voice:
"Humph! You are such an ignorant fellow, you dare to challenge us alone. Today is the day you die! We are not pushovers, you will pay the price for your stupidity!"
The other wild boars also followed suit and roared.
"Suffer to death!"
"Pay the price for your arrogance!"
"Today is the day you die!"
Various shouts filled with anger and murderous intent intertwined together, and the roars gathered into an overwhelming force, like a surging black wave that was about to swallow up everything.
Their grim fangs gleamed with a cold luster in the darkness, like rows of sharp spears, carrying the breath of death.
The hooves kept digging the ground, and each stroke sounded like the beating of a war drum. The clouds of dust that were raised were like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield, spreading in the darkness of the eternal night, shrouding the battlefield of battle even more eerie and terrifying.
Potato was not afraid at all. He rushed into the wild boar herd like a golden lightning, carrying endless power and domineering power.
He swung his huge claws as if wielding a hammer of death, and slammed a wild boar away.
The wild boar was like a cannonball, screaming and flying far away, knocking down several companions along the way before it stopped. It struggled on the ground for a few times and then fainted, without any movement.
Seeing this, Potato laughed triumphantly:
"Haha, is that all you have? Too weak! You guys are no match for me!"
The wild boars were completely enraged. Their eyes turned red and they rushed forward like a surging tide.
They lowered their heads and stabbed at the potatoes frantically with their extremely hard fangs. Each charge was filled with tremendous force, like a heavy truck out of control.
If the impact force hits a boulder, it would probably smash it into pieces.
At the same time, they also cleverly changed their formations, sometimes dispersing to encircle the enemy, and sometimes concentrating to charge, cooperating with each other in perfect harmony.
Potato did not dare to be careless. He dodged left and right flexibly, his body as agile as a dancer dancing on the edge of a knife.
From time to time, he would find the right opportunity to fight back with his sharp fangs and claws as hard as steel knives.
For a moment, blood splattered like a sad and beautiful flower blooming on the battlefield, and screams were heard one after another.
The sound echoed in the air, interweaving into a cruel symphony of death.
The fight was so thrilling that it seemed to pull the entire world into a cruel vortex of battle, and everything around was shrouded in this tragic battle.
On the other side, the gyroscope was like a dazzling flash of lightning, running towards the mutant bear that was as big as itself.
The mutant bear looked like a demon mountain that had emerged from the abyss of darkness, with its body covered with uneven black hair as hard as steel needles.
Every hair was like a tentacle of the god of death, gleaming with a cold luster.
Its body is extremely huge, with muscles coiled on its bones like a dragon. The bulging muscles demonstrate its unparalleled strength, as if every movement can cause the earth to tremble.
Its huge paws were as big as millstones, with sharp claws extending from between its toes, like five gleaming scimitars that could easily tear through steel.
A pair of blood-red eyes were like two balls of burning hellfire, revealing endless cruelty and violence. Wherever the gaze reached, the air seemed to be ignited.
Faced with such a seemingly powerful opponent, Gyro showed no fear and rushed straight towards the mutant bear like a powerful missile.
The speed of the gyroscope was extremely fast, like a whirlwind passing by, raising dust wherever it passed, as if the earth was disturbed by its speed.
Her huge body is surrounded by a faint light, which is like a mysterious halo. It is a symbol of her power and like a blessing from God, making her more majestic in battle.
Both are huge, like two moving mountains.
When approaching the mutant bear, several thick tentacles suddenly stretched out from the gyroscope's body.
The tentacle seemed to come from a mysterious land, with strange light flashing on the surface. It looked as soft as fine silk, but once it exerted force, it was tougher than the hardest steel in the world.
"Hmph, you ugly guy, how dare you block my way? Today is the day you die!" Gyro said coquettishly, with a bit of arrogant disdain in her voice.
After saying that, the tentacles were like extremely agile whips, lashing towards the mutant bear with a whistling wind.
The mutant bear was not a vegetarian either. It opened its bloody mouth suddenly like a ferocious prehistoric beast.
The fangs are sharp, like cold daggers, each of them carries a deadly threat, as if it can tear all prey into pieces in an instant.
As it moved, a strong and pungent smell, as if from the corpse pile of hell, whistled out and swept towards the gyroscope like a substance.
Seeing this, Gyro quickly stretched out several thick tentacles to meet the enemy. In the blink of an eye, she even magically freed up a tentacle to cover her nose and said coquettishly:
"You filthy, stinky fellow, your mouth stinks so badly that it's about to make me faint!"
